I've never felt so impatient to be on my way. It was the expression of my meaning that was not explained.
I will never again be connected to a public roll with my private grief.
When the interference of my enjoyment was laughably unreal I said, "You Win"
So I'll burn in hell for disbelief like a layman without knowledge. Full of irritation and annoyance like an idiot who's uncertain with his own doubts.
I don't know how to explain how full I am of stormy outbursts. It's as if this unclear state of mental unease is causing me to suffer from having this mental disability that makes me unable to deal with this situation.
So I verified to terms of agreement.
When I finished I became aware that I was in harmony with the moon changing his name.
He wrote his last piece of music.
He sang to me,
"I think you won't be able to recognize me now."
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
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WELCOME RAYNE ~ Thanks for sharing your poetry. This poem is elegantly penned but also very challenging ! It is something we can empathise with and I love the final denouement ! Yours BRIAN (UK)
Thanks!
Heartfelt I feel the longing , frustration and then acceptance ...very nice
Thanks so much
Rayne, I do like your writing, even though I may not understand everything. Love how you wrote 'this unclear state of mental unease'. Happens to me all the time!
Thank youu
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